Worship Me, I Can Make You Rich

Wen Xiaoyun went back to the signal tower, used some parts and devices he picked up from the garbage dump, pieced them together, and repaired them. After spending a whole night, he finally replaced the damaged device of the original signal tower.

At this time, the sky was already bright, but the garbage planet was still shrouded in gray fog.

"Zizzi"

The signal tower restarted, like an old blower, as if it would break at any time.

A drop of nosebleed came out of his nose, and his skin, also due to long-term exposure to radiation, began to peel, and the back would slowly fester.

Wen Xiaoyun wiped off the nosebleed expressionlessly, continued to debug the signal tower, and input the signal frequency of his battleship.

His intellectual brain has been completely damaged in the battle, so he can only use the annunciator to input the frequency.

The sound of sizzling electricity was very harsh, Wen Xiaoyun waited patiently, his handsome face was always flat and calm.

Finally, after ten minutes, he got a response.

A familiar voice came from the signal receiver in the special device, and the voice was exhausted: "Your signal source has been intercepted, and a search and rescue team will analyze the location of your signal source. Next time, it is recommended to contact the nearest frigate, our battleship... ..."

Wen Xiaoyun interrupted him: "Adjutant Cheng."

There was a sudden silence over there, and then the exhaustion just now was swept away, and the voice was excited: "Boss!"

Adjutant Cheng Jinxue was very excited: "Boss, is it really you? Where are you now? Your signal frequency is too weak! Wait, I will strengthen the signal channel immediately!"

The signal channel strengthened, and the weak signal finally stabilized.

Wen Xiaoyun didn't talk nonsense. After telling his location, he reported the coordinates of the abandoned planet β-324: "The location of β-324 has been recorded in the interstellar port. You can find the previous route from the interstellar port."

"Quick!! Determine the location of β-324 immediately, and build a new route!" Cheng Jinxue hastily assigned the task.

When he came back again, Cheng Jinxue’s voice was choked up: “Boss, I can’t believe it, it’s really you, how are you doing now? Are you injured? Is it serious? After your accident, we never gave up. The military department has been suppressing news about your search, but you also know that this will not be suppressed for long..."

In this battle with the Zerg, because of the appearance of the Zerg Queen, not only Capital Star, but almost the entire empire is paying close attention to this battle. .

All the people of the empire prayed to Wen Xiaoyun on the star network, including everyone in the Third Legion to which the general belonged. They wanted to see people and corpses, and if they didn't find the wreckage of Wen Xiaoyun's mecha, they comforted themselves and went up. He must be alive.

However, it has been eight days, hope is getting more and more bleak, and there are even people from other countries maliciously taking the rhythm, and people on Xingwang launched a mourning event for Wen Xiaoyun, as if wishing that the new generation of war god Wen Xiaoyun would die soon Same, made Cheng Jinxue and the others so angry.

Wen Xiaoyun remained calm as usual, as if he was not the one being mourned online, and asked lightly, "Where's your mother?"

Cheng Jinxue said: "Madam is very sad. There is news from the guards that Madam told us to find you and bring you back."

Even if you find wreckage, you must bring it back.

Wen Xiaoyun gave an 'hmm': "Is the route out?"

Cheng Jinxue happened to be holding the road map in his hand, and the time was exactly the same as when his own general asked this question.

Cheng Jinxue paused, realizing that the boss had been listening to his nonsense, maybe he was waiting for the route map...

Rather than miss them very much.

Cheng Jinxue quickly said: "I just got it, boss, I found that the jump point closest to β-324 has been closed. We have to get to the jump station and restart the jump point before we can reach β-324."

Wen Xiaoyun asked, "How many days?"

Cheng Jinxue said: "It will take four days at the fastest."

Wen Xiaoyun said, "Yes."

Four days is not a long time, the universe is too big, several galaxies are far apart, even if some planets have a transition point, it will take half a month.

Four days is too short.

In order to locate Wen Xiaoyun more accurately, Cheng Jinxue did not cut off the contact.

When Wen Xiaoyun returned to the rescue cabin, he didn't see Zhuang Zhou, but the statue on the wall was still there.

Wen Xiaoyun took a look at the statue, and had to say that the statue resembled Zhuang Zhou so much that no one would suspect that it was not his father and son, and that even Zhuang Zhou himself would believe it.

Wen Xiaoyun and his father, God of War Wentian, also look very similar. When his father just died in battle, his mother sometimes looked at his face and couldn't control her emotions. At that time, he hardly dared to appear in front of mother.

Zhuang Zhou slept in the statue.

After discovering that Wen Xiaoyun had returned, he woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wen Xiaoyun staring at his statue.

Zhuang Zhou was vaguely excited.

Is he going to worship me?

please me!I can make you rich!

Just when Zhuang Zhou was looking forward to it, Wen Xiaoyun did the etiquette that interstellar people used to mourn their ancestors, and then lay down on a bed that didn't look like a bed, and began to write.

Zhuang Zhou: "..."

Why is it so difficult to become a believer!

He looked down at the small ball hanging around his neck.

The sphere is as small as a glass marble, but the space inside it is infinite.

This is the Faith Collector.

The God of Wealth during the internship, if you can fill this faith collector with faith, you can become a regular.

But now, there is no dust in his collector!

Wen Xiaoyun suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at the statue.

Is it his illusion?

He vaguely felt that there was a gaze watching him.

Wen Xiaoyun stared at the statue for a while, but didn't find any problems, slowly retracted the target, and continued to record.

The ninth day of forced landing on the abandoned planet β-324.

The repair of the signal tower has been completed, contact Cheng Jinxue, the deputy commander of the Third Army.

There are 3 bottles of escape pod nutrients left.

The body is affected by radiation and has obvious symptoms.

The possibility that 'Zhuang Zhou' is an aborigine of the abandoned planet β-324 is ruled out.

Possibility of other natives existing on the abandoned planet β-324: extremely low.

Doubtful points: 'Zhuangzhou' is not affected by any radiation.

origin:?

strength:?

Personality: Simple.

Risk: very low.

The word 'Zhuang Zhou' was replaced by Wen Xiaoyun in interstellar language based on the boy's pronunciation.

After recording, Wen Xiaoyun was about to put away the notebook when he suddenly thought of something.

If this kid leaves β-324 in the future and people know about his physique that is not affected by radiation, it will cause a lot of trouble.

After hesitating for a moment, he reopened the record book, obliterated the sentence 'Zhuang Zhou is not affected by any radiation', and covered it tightly.

After recording, Wen Xiaoyun, who hadn't slept all night, lay down and rested. Affected by high radiation, he must have enough sleep to slow down his body's defeat.

Wen Xiaoyun quickly fell asleep.

Indistinctly, a clean and good-looking young man stood in front of him so suddenly without knowing when.

Wen Xiaoyun settled down, as the only SSS-level mental power in the history of the empire, Wen Xiaoyun understood within a few seconds.

He seemed to be dreaming again.

But this dream is very strange. Under normal circumstances, only when waking up from the dream, people will realize that they have dreamed when they just fell asleep.

But he who is still in the dream now realizes that he is dreaming.

In the dark, he still has a feeling that with his level of mental power, he can even control this dream.

Wen Xiaoyun stood there without moving, staring at the boy intently, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Zhuang Zhou called him: "Wen Xiaoyun."

The voice was aggrieved.

He still uses the pronunciation that Wen Xiaoyun taught him.

Only this name, he said it most smoothly.

Wen Xiaoyun looked at him silently.

Zhuang Zhou stammered: "You, you sit."

Wen Xiaoyun was too tall, he had to raise his head to meet his gaze.

Wen Xiaoyun sat down in silence.

Zhuang Zhou was still not used to using Interstellar Language, so he used Mandarin again unconsciously, and said aggrievedly, "Why don't you beg me?"

Wen Xiaoyun said, "Speak Interstellar."

Zhuang Zhou didn't seem to hear what he said, and continued to say awkwardly: "I've already drank the drink you invited me... Thank you, but you don't want to buy this drink in the future, it's not good..."

"When you wake up tomorrow, you will forget about me burning the spirit talisman, and you will also forget about my tribute..."

"You... well, you are a good person. The great priest often said that everyone has his own ambition, and some people don't. If you only want to pick up garbage, then, then I will bless you to become the director of this garbage dump..."

"There is so much rubbish here, if you become the director, you can also make a fortune."

"Okay, go back to sleep." After speaking, Zhuang Zhou patted his shoulder, his soft palm made Wen Xiaoyun feel no strength at all.

Wen Xiaoyun suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist that seemed to be broken if he squeezed hard.

Zhuang Zhou was startled, and wanted to withdraw his hand: "What, what's the matter?"

Wen Xiaoyun let go of his hand again, frowning slightly, the touch was so real that it was not like a dream.

After Zhuang Zhou was let go, he looked at him strangely, but didn't say anything, said goodbye, and quit Wen Xiaoyun's dream.

He came to entrust Wen Xiaoyun with a dream, just to make Wen Xiaoyun forget what he did before, and to give him a spiritual hint by the way, to make him worship himself quickly.

You can also invite his God of Wealth statue home to offer it up!

Anyway, after waking up from the dream, Wen Xiaoyun will forget the content of his dream, and even the spiritual hints he gave will take effect, and he will forget what should be forgotten, let alone remember that he appeared in the dream!

However, Zhuang Zhou didn't know that Wen Xiaoyun was not an ordinary person, and that he possessed super high spiritual power, so he was not affected by such spiritual hints at all.

His dream was destined to fail like the first dream.

As soon as he quit, Wen Xiaoyun woke up directly from the dream.

Wen Xiaoyun looked around, he was still in the rescue cabin, there was no Zhuang Zhou around, it was really just another dream.

Wen Xiaoyun pursed his lips and looked at the time. He had slept for four hours.

He got up and exited the rescue cabin, and returned to the signal tower.

In order to locate Wen Xiaoyun's location in real time, the contact with the Third Legion's Flying Dragon Warship has been continuous.

As soon as he heard Wen Xiaoyun's voice coming back, Cheng Jinxue quickly asked: "Boss, how are you resting? I have already sent someone to report your news to Madam. If it is not β-324, the signal is too weak. Then I can transfer your signal frequency to Madam, Madam is very worried about your health..."

Wen Xiaoyun said flatly: "It's nothing serious, I've been affected by some radiation."

Cheng Jinxue was even more worried when he heard the words, the body affected by the radiation is not a trivial matter!

He wanted to ask something else, but suddenly heard Xiaoyun ask: "Under what circumstances, would you dream of the same person for two consecutive nights? I just met."

Cheng Jinxue was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "Ah? Boss, did you dream about it? We just met? Isn't that love at first sight?"

After finishing speaking, Cheng Jinxue thought of something, and suddenly silenced.

Wen Xiaoyun: "..."

There was a silence between the two of them for ten seconds.

Wen Xiaoyun said expressionlessly: "How is that possible."

Cheng Jinxue quickly echoed: "That's right, it's impossible!"

The general's wife, only, have, machine, A!

The author has something to say: PS: Small theater——

Zhuang Zhou: I will bless you to become the director of this garbage dump!

Wen Xiaoyun: ... I thank you.